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I just wanted to make a brief mention that yesterday my wife and I reached a new milestone for us. Seven years as being parents. Not a big deal to anyone other than us, but I still wanted to post about it. When it’s your first kid, everything is entering new territory. It doesn’t make it any more or less special than other kids, but the first is the first.

There are millions of parents out there with way more experience than myself at this raising a kid gig. I get that. I just think it’s important to give yourself a pat on the back every now and then and reflect on how you have done. I weighed in on that yesterday on Facebook.

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As we continue to roll down the hill known as summertime, all I can see at the bottom is busy. Most of it is a good busy, but it’s going to be busy nonetheless. September is a crazy time in general. Everyone is getting back into normal mode once Labour Day passes. Vacations are mostly over, kids are back to school, new TV shows start to pop up on screens and everyone is tired of the Olympics.

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Hey April, happy to not see you again for another 51 weeks. You were a challenge to say the least. Let me enjoy your good friend May instead.

The month of April this year was a tiring one for me. So many ups and downs. So many things draining my energy mentally and physically. It has taken the first week of May to digest it all and actually write about it.

Yes it was only 30 days, but a lot was packed into the 720 hours available.

Before I go into each, here is just a taste of what happened.

Wife was away for 12 days. Lot’s of solo parenting.

Bank account was hacked.

Oldest kept hurting himself at school – ie. calls home.

Youngest had to go to doctor to be allowed back in daycare.

Had to take care of a really silly parking ticket.

Had to deal with an overdue bill from previous home owner.

My dad had a stroke, had to go home to Sarnia for five days.

Youngest wiped poop all over bathroom.

Had to find two different babysitters.

Snow. Yes, what the hell.

Sick kids crawling into your bed.

Holding in the desire to sell the boys when they pushed me to my limits.